はじまりましょう

The air smells of nature
    And the bugs won't leave me be.
A nearby cricket rolls onto its back
    And chirps for the very last time.

Curious is the nature of thoughts,
    For they never rest.
Without sleep, lacking dreams,
    Few say curse, many say gift;
However, a gift you may return.

Do they bug you as well?
Definite yet expanding space, curving time
--- the cricket flips back ---
Destructing life or resurrecting death
Sorrow in love, fear in purpose,
Flickering light, soul of darkness,
Peace in hell, war in heaven,
Fate's mind, destiny's heart
Past, choice, present, freewill,
Future, existance;
Thought.

Hands swinging at perfect frequency
    And I'm back to nature.
The perfect geometry of the moon
    Reminds me I'm not alone.
The air smells of nature
    And the bugs won't leave me be.